Page 96 of Double Shot
I felt a fresh, intense orgasm brewing and oh God, how I wanted it, how I wanted him to give me everything and then some. To make me, to break me, and to remake me. His love the glue to put back the million little shattered parts of me back to rights.
“Oh, Roan,” I gasped. “Conan,yes… close, so close.”
His thrusting intensified, and I came, crying out, the sound choked as wave after wave of searing pleasure crashed through me. I didn’t even remember him letting me go, or getting off of me, but he had because when I came back to myself, his big hands were on my hips as I struggled to get my legs under me, to get up onto my knees as he was urging me to do.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, smoothing his hands over my body.
I gripped the covers beneath my hands and arched low to the bed, thrusting my pussy into the air and back at him in offering, my mind in that pleasant state of disconnect as he thrust back inside me.
I yowled in pleasure, the intensity of it like nothing else as he gripped my hips and pulled me back to meet every one of his forward thrusts.
He asked if I liked it and I begged for it harder until the head of his cock banged into my cervix on every thrust and it was impossible to hold back the scream that clawed its way up my throat.
God, he fucked me so damn good! He fucked the absolute shit out of me, just like I asked, just like I needed, and when I came that third and final time, it was a goddamn mess.
That’s what he made of me, a beautiful fuckingsatedmess, and I lived for it – because after all of that death, that’s precisely what I needed and what I wanted, the reminder of what it was to trulylive.
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“I’ve not drainedmy balls like that in quite some time,” he murmured a long while later. I lay against his chest, clutched against him like a treasure as he kissed my temple. “Thank you,” he murmured, I giggled a sultry and throaty sound I hardly believed came from me.
“You’re thankingmefor that?” I asked. “Thankyou.” He chuckled darkly. “Way to take one for the team,” I whispered softly.
“Hey, there’ll be none of that,” he murmured.
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” I said. “Honestly.”
“Hmm.” he didn’t sound like he believed me. That was okay.
I drowsed slightly and finally heaved a big sigh.
“We should clean up and go find Kyle… he’s had enough alone time. He needs cuddles.”
Conan looked down at me, and massaged the back of my neck, he smiled and said, “Your pupils are as big as saucers, love.”
“Guess the pain meds kicked in,” I said. “That’s beside the point. I said what I said.”
“Aye, and I agree,” he murmured and kissed my hair.
We got up, and we cleaned up. Well… Conan honestly did most of that. I could barely keep my feet under me. I was high as fuck.
I put a hand over my mouth and giggled like a ninny as he dressed me in a long, cream, satin nightgown. One of Kyle’s favorites.
Conan donned a pair of gray satin pajama bottoms, and we went off in search of our third.
We found him lying on his stomach in his bedroom… well, glorified dressing room. He had the single bedside lamp on as he stared sightlessly into a half full glass of gin, the fresh bottle of his Botanical stuff I’d brought him two-thirds empty.
“Hey,” he said when we came in, his voice a bit far away. “You guys have a good time?”
“As ever, mate,” Conan said gently. I went around the bed which was smaller than the one we typically shared – by a lot, but suitable still for the three of us and got in, motioning Kyle over into my lap. He turned over, and I put my back against the headboard, burying my hands in his hair.
“No.” I thrust my chin on the other side of Kyle and Conan paused from where he’d been about to come around to lay on the other side of me. He didn’t argue with me, though. Simply set his crutch aside and laid down on the other side of our third stretching out, and propping his head on his hand.
“This is weird,” Kyle said, face buried in my lap. “Being in the middle.”
“Just for tonight,” I said. “I think you need it.”
“Okay,” he said faintly, voice small, and Conan chuckled, reaching over Kyle to rest a hand atop my thigh just above my knee, his arm across Kyle’s back.
